Apocalypse: We Are Filling The World With Supplies

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched fiercely, the god of kimchi!

Is there a god of bathing and soaking feet in the northeast?

At this time, a little man in a black trench coat ran over:

"Kawashima-sama, we have found the entrance to the kimchi altar."

Yoshiko Kawashima nodded slightly:

"Good job."

Immediately she looked at Lin Xuan: "Gangban-san, let's go in?"

Lin Xuan: "Okay, open the road in front and work!" Immediately

, ten younger brothers opened the way in front, followed by Lin Xuan and Yoshiko Kawashima.

Several people walked into the pickle altar.

Although the altar is dilapidated, several stone pillars still stand around it.

In the middle is a huge statue of the god of pickles.

Lin Xuan and Yoshiko Kawashima are about the height of the knees of the god of pickles.

The height of the other ten younger brothers is only as high as the leg hair of the god of pickles.

At this moment, the rich taste of kimchi continued to gush out from the body of the god of kimchi, sweeping in all directions.

Lin Xuan pinched his nose: "Where is the entrance?"

A five-year-old junior brother with looped legs immediately reported,

"Your Excellency!"

"The mechanism of the entrance is the thumb of the left foot that kisses the statue of the god of pickles."

Lin Xuan was shocked when he heard this.

What kind of stuff?

Kissing your toes?

People from this fucking pickle country can really play!

Lin Xuan waved his big hand: "You drop, past." The

little brother immediately nodded:

"Hey!"

Immediately, he walked to the left foot of the god of pickles and knelt on one knee.

Then he pouted and kissed the thick toe hard.

(*╯3╰)~~

~Click~ The

next moment, the ground under the feet of the god of kimchi instantly cracked.

A pot of pickles rose up, exuding a strong taste of century-old phlegm.

At the same time, the stone clock at the crotch of the kimchi god began to count down.

Sixty seconds.

Fifty-nine seconds.

Fifty seconds second....

Yoshiko Kawashima couldn't help but wonder: "Why didn't you open the door, what does this stone clock mean?!"

Lin Xuan muttered, "

Obviously, this is a test for the God of Kimchi!"

"The test will test whether we can eat a bowl of pickles in sixty seconds."

"If you are from the pickle country, you can definitely do it."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately drank:

"You guys, hurry up and give me kimchi!"

"There are still fifty seconds, I can't finish eating all the dead and dead!"

"Hey!"

With an order, Ten Little Days immediately picked up the cabbage jar and began to pour it into his mouth.

As Yoshiko Kawashima's subordinates, they deeply understand the cruelty and cruelty of this woman.

Why is the death and injury rate higher in intelligence than in the participating units?

It is because most of the intelligence officers died tragically under the torture of Yoshiko Kawashima!

Every lonely night, Yoshiko Kawashima spent by torturing prisoners or her men.

She has more torture instruments than small toys in her bedroom!

Goo

~ The little days gulp and swallow pickles.

These pickles taste better than their feet.

Their faces will be green and purple for a while... In the end, it turned straight black.

The twisted facial features were bruised, the stomach was turbulent, and the acid water was vomited.

But they must eat!

Compared to these disgusting pickles, Yoshiko Kawashima scared them more.

Yoshiko Kawashima stared at the crotch of the god of pickles:

"Twenty seconds left!"

"Fifteen seconds."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The test time is over.

Finally, before the last second came, ten small days poured a whole pot of pickles into the stomach.

Yoshiko Kawashima's eyes burst with excitement:

"Yosai!"

Click, click, click~

A crisp machine amplification sound sounded from under the feet of the god of pickles.

Lin Xuan looked down, Yoxi!

A secret passage was actually revealed below.

"The entrance has appeared!"

Yoshiko Kawashima immediately waved her small hand: "Go, go in and take a look!" But

at this moment, Ten Little Days was lying on the ground and gagging repeatedly, even spitting out bile.

Nima, this kimchi was so good that he was almost sent away.

Lin Xuan directly took out a gas mask and put it on.

Yoshiko Kawashima kicked a little Riki five meters away:

"Get out and vomit, it stinks to death!"

"Go, follow me."

Ten little days dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and followed Lin Xuan and Kawashima Yoshiko into the secret passage.

In the secret passage, it was dark.

A holy light emerged from Lin Xuan's palm, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The walls around the road were full of black things, like densely packed hideous wounds!

Yoshiko Kawashima's cold eyes froze: "It's blood!"

"There is a lot of blood, it already smells!"

Lin Xuan shone the holy light in his hand towards the wall.

I saw that there was no blood stain on the wall at all, but it was hung with dried sauerkraut, which was emitting a head-dropping smell.